Little Bowl-Big Bowl-Super Bowl

Say Hi to my great grandson, Emery. He loves to pose for pics and this was taken a couple years ago at a Thanksgiving in the North Carolina Mountains. Didn’t even have to ask twice…once and this is what my camera showed. His arms are up into a football touchdown, but I did not get it all together. Hey, I tried.

Here we are ready for Super Bowl 2017 in Houston, TX. Know matter where we are from, our age, or sex, the TV set will have a lot of eyes watching the screen.Some of you may have had the opportunity to see this Super Bowl in person and what a great experience. We all want OUR team to win, but what I want most of all is a fair game, neat umpires, and a safe ending to the fourth quarter.

All of this suggests, Spring is on the way, and what a funny winter pattern we have had. AT lease, here in Atlanta, we’ve encountered spring, a little of summer, wet weather, tornadoes, and pot holes!  With all the cold, icy roads, and then heat, the pavement is an obstacle course.

I am still in the process of retirement. Some days leave me with so much time and other days night gets here before I want it. Still, attending classes for Yoga and Pilates and love both. Instructors are great and members friendly. Meet with my friend Kevin every couple of weeks for our writing sessions. Getting comments, suggestions, thoughts from a male writer has given me more to revise and think about. Did have a female writer/editor give me a few suggestions on revising parts of a novel. She has had a few novels published and has made some great finds.

Know I shouldn’t push forward, but Spring sounds so great. We are having a lot more farmer markets spring up in different parts of town. Look forward to seeing what all they bring to their tables.

I’m walking more and enjoying every minute. Still careful which direction I go, but meet a lot of walkers. I’d love to get a walking group together and see how we can work through everyone’s different ideas. I tend to walk and look at the world through a writer’s eye. Thoughts for a new story or to clarify something that has been bothering me. Others, see a walk as a way to communicate with the people they walk with, talking and stopping, and questioning everything. Something to think on. Any suggestions or ideas?

I want to thank all of you for your comments on previous posts and I have followed a lot of your writings. Please continue to follow me, add comments, and I am always open for suggestions.

Also, you may have some new ideas on books you have read. I made a note of a new author, Ruth Ware, and finally got a copy of her book, “In A Dark Wood.” Quite a thriller, and she also has a book out “The Woman in Cabin 10.” I think it is a great idea to promote new women writers and even the older women writers. Not meaning by age, but how long their work has been on the shelves.

May each of you enjoy the month of February and have a beautiful Valentine’s Day.  See you next month or maybe even the end of February.

Happy reading. Happy writing. Happy you.

 

Patricia

 

 

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MAD MONDAYS

images_005Yes, I can hear you now. One, this is Tuesday. Two, Madness goes with March and basketball. All of this is true, but when the madness hits, believe me, you will know how it feels.

After a beautiful weekend of sunshine and warmer weather, I wanted to hit the week at full speed. I needed to accomplish so much. Revising my second novel topped the list, followed by all the classes to teach, and the usual laundry, cleaning, cooking, and DREAMING. Yes, I consider dreaming as part of being alive.

Madness hit early Monday morning. I did not hear the alarm, which started the day out in a hurry. Running late is no fun; no keys played on my computer. Dressed and ready to tackle the day, the car keys are not in their usual place. I looked in all the areas I could think of, which are few in a small condo, and found nothing. Panic sets in. Where? They are not in the car as I need them to get inside. And, I am inside, right?

Ready to scream and let the neighbors wonder, I picked up my gym bag and heard a sound unfamiliar with tennis shoes, towel, and other necessities. I did a thorough search by dumping the contents on the floor, including the keys.

A deep breath for more air, as I raced out the door. At the elevator, I ran back to make certain the door locked. One good thing. The elevator was slow. Can’t waste precious time, so practiced some of the choreography of the class.

Now, inside my car and headed to the gym, all the traffic lights became red. Even the songs on the radio seemed odd and off-key. Lunch? I could see this sandwich in the fridge and my water beside the plastic bag. No time to run through any drive in.

Made it to the parking lot with a growling stomach, but no accidents. Maybe the madness is passing. Of course not, there were no small bottles of water to purchase, only the BIG ones. I searched the cracker rack for my favorite, which has peanut butter inside. None left. I couldn’t teach with a stomach screeching, so settled for crackers and cheese.

By mid afternoon, I was headed back home. As I locked up and opened the door, my keys dug into my hand. No way would I misplace them, today. Dropping the gym bag on the floor, I opened the fridge and pulled out my sandwich and a small water. Taking my lunch to the sofa, I sat back and relaxed. A small sacrifice, before the evening chores.

As the sun tried to hide behind the horizon, I took time for a small dream and found maybe these Mad Mondays are there for a purpose. To make one appreciate every day. Yep, it is Tuesday and I feel almost back on track.

Enjoy every day, even if it turns out MAD. It is one more day to conquer in a week, month, year of days to come. If nothing else, Dream your biggest dream on your MAD days.  Then. . . .

HAPPY WRITING. HAPPY DAY. HAPPY DREAMS.